[His stomach turns as Toby feels control slipping away from him. Normally, he still would be calm and collected, but right now, he is too ill to pretend to be anything but frustrated and sick. Moreover, Edgeworth seems... impatient? pushy? At any rate, Toby's starting to think his responses are coming far too slowly—how is he even to begin explaining things, especially in his current condition?]
How many of them had just returned to life before arriving here? Do you even know how disorienting it is to deal with that, only to experience a change of scenery? [How many of them were nearly three hundred years old? Toby may look young enough, but there's a learning curve for people out of place and time. Lucifer might be older, but he's also the devil, and it's only natural for such a being to take on recent trends and keep with the times to do his work. Toby may not know how old Marceline actually is, but she seems to also have kept up.
Still, Toby is too ill to protest anymore.] But if you want to hold that against me? Fine, so be it; I didn't try hard enough, obviously. No one is perfect, and I made more mistakes than I can count, perhaps more than should really be allowed, when I arrived here.
[If Toby could only collect his thoughts and sort his own emotions from Drew's, then maybe he'd attempt to connect on that point because surely Edgeworth has made mistakes. Maybe he's made some that were also judged far too harshly at some point, too. But Toby can't do anything of the sort, he's not even in a good enough state to answer in thorough detail. No, he just wants to say whatever Edgeworth wants to hear, hoping the torment in his mind and body soon will end.]
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How many of them had just returned to life before arriving here? Do you even know how disorienting it is to deal with that, only to experience a change of scenery? [How many of them were nearly three hundred years old? Toby may look young enough, but there's a learning curve for people out of place and time. Lucifer might be older, but he's also the devil, and it's only natural for such a being to take on recent trends and keep with the times to do his work. Toby may not know how old Marceline actually is, but she seems to also have kept up.
Still, Toby is too ill to protest anymore.] But if you want to hold that against me? Fine, so be it; I didn't try hard enough, obviously. No one is perfect, and I made more mistakes than I can count, perhaps more than should really be allowed, when I arrived here.
[If Toby could only collect his thoughts and sort his own emotions from Drew's, then maybe he'd attempt to connect on that point because surely Edgeworth has made mistakes. Maybe he's made some that were also judged far too harshly at some point, too. But Toby can't do anything of the sort, he's not even in a good enough state to answer in thorough detail. No, he just wants to say whatever Edgeworth wants to hear, hoping the torment in his mind and body soon will end.]